Take, Take, Take.....

We all know that the current difficulties we are all in were pretty much caused by a bunch of rich bankers, whose epic avarice finally caused the meltdown of the financial system. The folk who should be making sure that such a situation didn't arise, were far to busy flushing our tax money down the shit hole on duck houses, second homes, or alternatively were pushing through umpteen new laws to make our lives just that little bit less enjoyable. Of course when the proverbial hit the fan, it was yet again the good old British tax payer that was left to pick up the tab, to the tune of about £300million pounds a day in borrowed cash. Of course this brass needs paying back, and I don't think the Chinese are in the business of letting countries set up an IVA. This means a hike in taxes and a cut in public spending, something that has reached Herculean proportions during the current governments 13 year tenure. So what plan have our esteemed leaders conjured up? They are to rinse the good folk who have propped up the economy, and who provide a healthy wage to them, and keep them in splendorous retirement. On other words, me and you.

It's not just our pay packets that are trimmed. No. The few treats we enjoy are also spanked. Enjoy a tab? Pay up. A few pints over the weekend. Pay up. Fancy a drive to enjoy the country side? Pay up. And for what? These brilliant public services they are supposed to fund. Where are they? The town I live in, Bradford is getting a city centre park, that nobody wants, foisted upon it, at a cost of millions, yet schools throughout the district are starved of basic equipment. Our road tax and petrol duty are among the highest in Europe, yet they are continually choked with traffic, for road works that seem to have nobody working on them. The list is endless, but the question is: Why?

For years I was not sure of the answer, but I think I know it now. It's quite simple, they hate us. We are not wealthy enough them to be of any use, and the fact that we can vote them out of office infuriates them. Witness the expenses fiasco. Barely a handful have apologised, whilst the majority claim they have done no wrong, and attempt to thwart all attempts to make them repay their ill gotten gains. Now we are finding out about the fees charged for lobbying on the behalf of large corporations, whilst jetting around the globe on "Fact Finding" missions while hectoring us about the evils of our Carbon Footprint. And now that we all can see them for the conniving, self serving swine that they are, how do they get even? The Budget. So exactly how can we make them see that they work for us, and the other way around? Vote them out. I know mine is a small voice that will be lost in the cacophony of drivel about to be spouted in the run up to a general election, but I do have an idea. A pretty good one I think. If we were all to vote for anybody but the MP who currently holds their seat, we would end up with an entirely new body of representatives. It might not be the perfect solution, but it would oust every single one of the self serving wankers who currently sit. Maybe then, they get a taste of what it's like to make your way in the real world.

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WTF are they on!!!!!

I usually hate abbreviated text, but after seeing this advert I have to say "WTF!" Never mind drugs, it appears we have been invaded by some kind of weird owl-human hybrid, who possess super sized saucer eyes! If I'd have been that copper I would have floored my fluorescent jam sandwich, and skedaddled in the opposite direction. Is'nt it typical of our Health Nazis to make such a hysterically funny/useless campaign about the dangers of driving whilst under the influence of an illegal narcotic? I have frequented many a rave /dance club/blues in my time, and I have NEVER come across a set of individuals who looked anything remotely like this cadre of freaks. I reckon I would have remembered, because I would have shit my pants!

Yet another chunk of my tax money, flushed down the toilet.

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PS Follow this link, to see just how much brass was wasted on this nonsense, and the smug butt holes who seem to think it is the geatest thing since sliced tofu. Oh, they also reveal the computer generated graphics used to make the "Spooky" eyes, which kind of defeats the whole purpose of the clip.

PPS They would have got clean away if the dumb blonde in the back hadn't looked out the window.......

Storm in a Pint Pot

Who are these people? What is their purpose? And who the Hell pays for them? Seems we do! The latest case of "We know best" masquerading as the oldest of chestnuts, Health and Safety, have decided that pint glasses are far too dangerous. The Home Office, no less, has drafted in so lavishly remunerated no doubt, consultants to design a plastic vessel for drinking our beer out of in pubs. The excuse is a statistic that claims there are 87,000 violent incidents involving the glasses, that result in £100 million pounds being spent by the NHS. It appears our Government have declared war on the traditional pint pot.

But it got me thinking. Where the devil did they get their £100 million figure from? That means, on average, every glass wounding cost our health service £114.94. Seems rather a lot per wounding if you ask me. Does the 87,000 claimed assaults include those bottled outside pubs and clubs? Because a bottle is not a glass, is it? Or are we to get plastic bottles as well? How many of the perpetrators are sent to jail, or even caught and prosecuted? And just how likely are you to meet the jagged edge of a pint? It is estimated that there are 126,000,000 pints pulled every WEEK in Britain. That means there 6,552,000,000 pints served a year. Just over six and a half billion, give or take. By my reckoning, that means you have a 1 in 75,310 chance of being harmed, per beer you drink. Of course the odds drop considerably if you choose to drink in Lloyds Number One bar in Shipley town centre. But if that's where you decide to drink, then you pretty much deserve what's coming to you...

So too my mind, the numbers just don't add up. But then there is the taste. God knows a pint costs enough these days, but having to drink it out of a plastic beaker? We have all had to drink out of one before, at outdoor festivals, football grounds and the like, and it just doesn't taste the same. And I know it's not just me, have you ever heard anyone pipe up "Mmm, I sure wish my local would get rid of all their glasses and start using plastic one's"? Have you bolloxs. They are also less environmentally sound. Plastic takes decades, and in some cases centuries, to bio-degrade. But then there may be an ulterior motive for the push to outlaw the pint glass. Maybe they are hoping to eradicate all the injuries caused by spilt beer. Not slips and falls, but all the fights caused by the accidental knocking of strangers brews. If we had plastic containers, they could easily put lids on them. Like the Tommy Tippy ones loved by toddlers. They could even have those little clips inside, that regulate the amount of fluid that can be drunk in any one tipping action. Then at 9 o'clock they could send round a bearded, vegetarian, lesbian do gooder, to gently burp us, and send us home to bed. I should be careful what I post here, it may well give them ideas.

O it seems yet another simple pleasure is being targeted by the number crunchers in Westminster. Instead of punishing the Neanderthal dim wits who can't handle their booze, it is instead the law abiding millions that will have yet anther freedom eroded. They don't even consider what the clowns will use on each other instead. Will all stools and seating need to be clamped to the floor? Or will they gather up loads of the plastic cups, ram them together, and form a rudimentary club? I tell ya, if it wasn't for the tax revenues, they would ban alcohol in a heart beat....

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Just What is the Point?

Over the last few weeks I have been running a battle of the brews thread, and as part of my research to bring you a balanced representation, I have visited many brewery sites. Budweiser, Stella Artois, Carlsberg, Becks, etc, and on each and every one you have to enter your date of birth. Why? Does viewing Internet beer sites cause intoxication? Do they feature hidden pornographic material? So why? One site, I think it was Coors even asked if I was a girl or a boy! Have they begun doing gender specific brews now? At first I thought it might be to discourage under age drinking. But then they would have to ban beer commercials on TV, and billboard posters, and to the best of my knowledge this hasn't happened. So why? I even entered my date of birth as the 11/11/1887 on the Miller Time site, and gained access. On the same site I entered my DOB as 11/11/1999 and was directed to http://www.thecoolspot.gov/ a government site for teens thinking about drinking booze. If I was born in 1999 I would only be 10 at most, and so not really a teen at all. Maybe they should have a tweenager site for the under 13's? Much weirdness.

Ms Smith Strikes Again

Our Jaqui, the Home Secretary, just can't keep her name out of the papers at the moment. It is bad enough that she seems able to conjure up the most crackpot ideas at a whim (see earlier post), and announce with little or no evidence that we are in immanent peril from mad mullahs and ID thieving criminal networks. Oh no. And there is not just the second home allowance of over £60,000, even though should could stay rent free in a grace and favour home due to her ministerial position. It appears she claimed expenses, paid for by us, so that her husband could watch a couple of "adult" movies. Mr Timney, of course Ms Smith kept her own name, very New Labour, is also his wife's Parlimenatry aide, a job I would imagine that is also paid for by me and you, Mr and Mrs Tax Payer. Of course once the mistake was revealed the money was paid back immediately. Isn't it grand to know, as the rest of us are forced to tighten our belts, and sacrifice the small pleasures we have, your hard earned brass is going to not only on the upkeep and employ of Jaqui and her family, but we can still chuck in a few quid so her old fella can knock out a swift one. Gob bless 'em.....

Please Take the Time to Sign

I know it's been a boozy night of postings tonight, but I would like to take this opportunity to raise an issue close to all our hearts. We all love pubs, and as you are all well aware, they are starting to disappear at a frightening rate. Supermarkets are selling their beers at a loss, and the all the government thinks to do is keep taxing, a combination that is driving the greatest of British institutions to the wall at an alarming rate. So I would like to ask you take the time and follow this link;

http://www.axethebeertax.com/

Please make the effort to lobby your MP about the hike in taxes that are being proposed. We pay more than enough out as it is, with out being rinsed yet again when we go for a pint. It's about time time these people were reminded who they work for, and who pays their wages. Pas it on to as many like minded folk as you can.

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Watch Out! Jaqui is About.....

Unbelievable. The UK governments latest anti terrorist law wants to monitor social networking sites, and keep details of users contacts. It is part of legislation the home office wants to pass, that will entitle them to keep records of every phone call, e-mail and web site that you have visited. This will help them to tackle organised crime and terrorism, so they would have you believe. What utter nonsense. Talk about taking a sledge hammer to crack a walnut. I better delete Osama from my friends list on facebook immediately, and cancel my participation in the Mob Wars game, lest I be mistaken for Tony Soprano. I better change Shouty's bender handle on the bender squad page, "Shouty"Paul does sound a little like a character out of "Goodfellas" after all. Maybe G Spot will be mistaken for an Eastern European sex smuggler, or El Grande Queso a big wig in the Spanish leg of Al Queda. I might even be getting monitored whilst I right this, for such gratuitous use of words associated with crime.

This will no doubt cost tens of billions of pounds to create and run, and by sticking all this info in one easy to get at location, will make the work of the ne'er do wells who want to exploit such details, just that bit easier. Let's be honest, my record of keeping my personal details is much better than Jaqui Smith and her cronies. I have managed not lose mine once, where the record of New Labour is checkered to say the least. But my biggest worry is what will eventually happen to all these records, kept in some faceless building, in some faceless town. Of course they say they have no interest in using it for anything at the moment, but how long will that last? Will they be able to stop themselves from selling it off to some marketing company or similar business? I doubt it. The DVLA have sold off some your private info in the past, and with public coffers emptier than masturbators sac, the temptation, I reckon, will sooner or later prove irresistible. Tyhe sooner we are rid of these wasters the better.

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How to Beat the Credit Crunch

Been put on short week at work? Had your pay reduced? Waiting to be made redundant? Can't find work? Fear not! Follow these simple steps, and you too could be earning in excess of £20,000 a year. First up, settle yourself down in front of the telly and make sure your telephone is to hand. Next, store all the local take aways phone numbers into your mobile. get rid of any sporting equipment, and toss out any fruit and vegetables that happen to hanging around, replacing with fizzy pop, cakes and crisps. Commence eating. Now I reckon if you remain as sedentary as possible, and manage to squeeze in five full meals a day, filling the time in between with constant snacking, you can double your weight inside a month, hopefully becoming large enough to claim disability for being to fat to do anything.

If you think this is far fetched nonsense, think again, as I introduce you to the grazing herd that is the Chawner family. Mum, Dad and their two daughters weigh in at a combined 83 stones, and apart from the youngest sibling, don't do a days worth of graft. Combined benefits? £22,508 a year. But hang on a minute. According to chief Weeble, Phillip Chawner, this is not enough! I quote from the big fella;

"What we get barely covers the bills and puts food on the table. It's not our fault we can't work. We deserve more."

You have to the geezer some credit for front. Judging by the combined girth on show I would say there is too much money for grub. So for those of you hard working responsible eaters out there, I give you a new role model. Heaven help us all. Catch the full story here.

I have copied this tale from the Stop the Nonsense!! website.

The Week in Nonsense

I know it has been a while since I posted one of these threads, but it has been an excellent week for utter tosh. First up a couple of items concerning the credit crunch. After bailing out the banks with untold BILLIONS of POUNDS of YOUR money, supposedly to help the banks start lending again, comes the news that one of the rescued companies, HBOS, is using a cool one billion pounds worth of your hard earned to pay out huge bonuses to the people who got themselves into the mess in the first place. It seems the incompetents who put together the rescue packages, forgot to stipulate that there would be no money unless the banks gave up their ludicrously high bonus packages. Well Mr Bank of Scotland, whoever you may be, please enjoy the fruits of my toil, your reward for doing such a piss poor job in the first place. If that wasn't enough to take the breath away was the next little nugget to come up concerning the financial turmoil we are living through at the moment. The main financial reporter of the BBC, Robert Peston, was called before a Parliamentary council to give evidence about his conduct during the early days of the Crunch. It seemed they were trying to attach some blame to him, for reporting that it was happening. Amazing.

On to some quality grade A, uncut Colombian pure nonsense now. Some geezer called Lord Turner, the chairman of the Committee on Climate Change, has put forward an idea that we should all be limited too 2 "social" flights a year. We would no doubt be given rationing books, put on a government data base, costing something like a gazillion pounds, to make sure the great unwashed couldn't get away from this country more than once a year. I believe they are piloting a similar scheme in North Korea.

Lastly this week a story picked up from Australia, that ties in with the Carrol Thatcher gaffe from earlier in the week, concerning everybody's favourite rabble rouser Jeremy Clarkson. There have been calls for him to be sacked from the BBC for stating that Gordon Brown was a "One eyed, Scottish Idiot." This of course offended the partially sighted, people north of the border and just about every Labour politician you could shake a stake at. There is only one problem. Mr Brown is indeed one eyed. He does in fact hail from North of the English border, and is without a question of a doubt a bona fida buffoon. To be offended by Mr Claksons comment is akin to being offended by calling Jezza a balding, English blow hard. To all those who disagree, grow up.

I hope to resurrect this thread on a weekly basis, as these difficult times to be gravy days for the supposed great and good to spout their stupidity. Feel Free to check out our fledgling political arm, Stop the Nonsense at http://www.stopthenonsense.org.uk/

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Public Info Ad's '70s Style

As you know, myself and G-spot have been trying to get the Stop the Nonsense site up and running over the past few months, and I have now moved all my rants and commentary on the state of how our nation is governed to this website. I am to commit at least one article a week to it and would be grateful if all the regular readers of this blog would take a look and let me know what you think. The site can be found by clicking here;

http://stopthenonsense.org.uk/

I know you are wondering what this has to do with the video posted above, but I have just sat up for an hour or so, compiling an article, some would say a tirade, against the hectoring, immature nature of our modern day public service advertising. Stuff like the Frank drug adverts featuring Pablo, and the never ending stream of commercials imploring us to quit smoking, drink less and lose weight. So I thought it might be cool to contrast this with the way it was done when we were kids. I still get the creeps every time I see Jimmy Saville, and I sure as Hell clunk click. I know you younger pups will have no idea, but for those of a certain age age, enjoy.

Had to Pass Comment

I just couldn't let this one slide. I first heard of it on the radio, in an extended news program, on how some half arsed government think tank was going to try and put youngsters of taking cocaine. It involved some geezer from the Peep Show program, and a stuffed dog. Real cutting edge stuff, they said, that would really speak to the "Kids" and debunk the "Coke is cool" culture of young Britain. Now why on Earth anybody would think any advert would stop someone from doing something, I don't know, but this has to be the stupidest, lamest, most condescending piece of public service film since they thought a CGI slug called Sid would stop us all eating to much salt. It truly beggars belief, that anybody would think that a smart arse stuffed terrier, used to take us on an odyssey of cocaine fuelled tom foolery. You can almost see them ticking the boxes as they dreamt it up. First up is the dodgy dealer, cutting it with headache tablets, and protecting his turf with a nearby pistol. The grungy night club with some young slapper snorting off a bog seat, while we get a cut scene showing her pumping like the clappers. My favourite is the agitated young fella, who tells the toy pooch to "STOP STARING AT ME!!!!" before giving it a slap. Shame someone didn't extend the same treatment to the fat head who thought this trash up. If you haven't had the pleasure of this uncut grade A nonsense follow the link below.

'Talk to Frank' - Pablo The Drug Mule Dog anti-cocaine advert

I'll wager my left testicle, that this will have no effect at all. In fact quite the opposite. The message I took away from this was that if you snort Charles, it makes you think stuffed animals can speak, and are very droll and dead pan at that.

Stop the Nonsense

It has been a while, I know, since the subject of "Stop the Nonsense " has featured on these pages. But it has not disappeared. Brother G-Spot has been tweaking and refining a web site dedicated to the crusade to reintroduce common sense back into everyday life. Part of why it has taken a spell to get up and running is down to me, I have been busy lately, but the combination of poor weather and the tightening of purse strings, means I have been able to dedicate some time to this venture. The site is up and running, although still a work in progress, and the forum runs runs off it as link, or as a stand alone page. Some work needs to be done on the home page, at the moment it is basically just the latest articles that I have posted (anyone who has something worthwhile to add, please feel free), but we can hopefully rectify this shortly. So the link to follow is;

http://www.stopthenonsense.org.uk/

Spread the word, send out the address, and let's see if it was all pub talk, or if we can really make a difference.

Stop The Nonsense??

As the credit crunch begins to bite, it is with amusement (for the time being anyway), to watch the supposed great and good stand and watch as all the nonsense they created falls down around their ears. First up is the E.U., who have spent the last five plus years trying to get all of us to agree to all manner of legislation that would result in a united Federal Europe, that only they wanted, and when the first real crisis rears it's ugly head, they all fall out and do their own thing, and then try and blame it all on the Irish, who acted alone in guaranteeing the deposits of their citizens, forcing the rest to follow suit. But aren't they all missing the point? I may be missing the point here, but if I am reading this right, my taxes are now not only propping up the lifestyles of the dim and workshy, but are now being used to bail out institutions that rewarded recklessness and paid stupendous bonus payments? Where are all the bank executives as the shit truly hits the fan? Are they sat worrying about what will happen to their jobs, pensions, savings and mortgages? Or have they made themselves scarce, having seen the coming storm, cashing in shares they knew would soon be worthless, to live in the lap of luxury as the rest of us sweat it out? Do you ever get the feeling you have been taken for a ride? I know I do.

But even with all he financial woes going on, it is grand too know the nonsense brigade continue on their merry, liberal way, heads fully ensconced up their rectums. Examples? The headmaster, who decide to have his teachers annual training course not in the school, nor even the local council district. Nope, he decided that the whole United Kingdom was not a morale boosting enough destination, and decided that blowing around £20,000 worth of council tax money on shipping off to the sunny shores of Marbella in Spain. He claimed it was better value for money. So it was cheaper than having it in a ready made class environment, namely his own school? What a feckin' idiot! My last training course at my place of employment was in a half empty warehouse on an industrial estate in the sunny climes of Barnsley. But hey, I don't work for in the public sector, so my gaffer doesn't have the luxury of rinsing the local population. Sticking with our educators comes the news that another school has decided to drop spelling tests as they were causing some children "unnecessary distress" and give the one's that weren't the sharpest a "sense of failure." So what does she think they should do? Nothing? The mind boggles, that people who are so obviously unfit to hold such positions of responsibility are allowed to do so.

Lastly this week comes the news that not content with bombarding us with rhetoric and constant adverts telling us how we should live our lives, and then taxing the arse off anything that we might actually enjoy doing, that the our beloved government is now contemplating spending £12 billion, setting up a database to monitor every phone call, e-mail and website visited by the people of the United Kingdom. Add to this the ID Card that they would so love to introduce, and you have to wonder just what these buffoons are up to. Free country?? For how long...

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Stop the Nonsense

I have not posted much on the STN (Stop the Nonsense) thread much lately, as I have been kind of mellowed out by the summer, even if it was a piss poor rainy affair. The amount of nonsense spouted by the supposed great and good has not abated, in fact his has probably intensified as the labour government continue to implode, but during the light nights , and with the kids off school it seemed a waste of time to try and keep up. Particular moments of jaw dropping stupidity include these priceless gems;

• The German government is pushing to outlaw the small plastic toys found in Kinder Surprise eggs, and boxes of cereals. This is for the safety, of course, of the poor little kiddies, who might swallow them. Have they never seen the plastic egg the toy comes in Kinder eggs? I have seen smaller vibrating love eggs. Then there is the interesting statistic of not one single bambino ever actually swallowing said toy. Ha ha, I hear you laugh, it iz ze silly Krauts, not us, but with us being in the EU it can surely only be a matter of time but this ludicrous piece of legislation becomes a law throughout Europe.
• Those annoying fucking adverts, telling us that kids copy all their parents bad habits. You must have seen them? The one with the adults having a crafty fag, and at the end little Johnny picks up a crayon and pretend to have puff on it? Or the radio ad, that makes out when we cross the road using our mobiles, that little Janey will do the same and get knocked over? What complete and utter bolloxs! I love broccoli, and make a point of eating it all up, with relish, at the dinner table. Do my kids follow suit? Hell no! They would rather munch on a fried dog turd than eat this healthy vegetable. Brushing teeth, not peeing on the toilet seat, tidying up after myself and wearing fresh underpants every day are just some of the many examples I try to set that my little ragamuffins pay no heed to, yet according to this government propaganda, it should be second nature to them by now. Utter tosh.
• The dick head Tory MP, who reckons teenage pregnancy is down to publications such as Heat and Nuts, filling their pages with semi-naked women, that make our spotty little Lotharios think of the opposite sex as little more than sexual playthings. Number one, the little tarts could always try going on the pill, or, heaven forbid, say no. Number two, how many of the underage/late teenage mothers do you see pushing prams around your way, resemble in any shape or form, the seriously hot chicks depicted in the publications mentioned above? None, that's how many. The miracle for me, is the fact that anybody could sustain an erection long enough to impregnate these apprentice heifers.
• I actually thought one of them was going to speak some sense the other day. He said fat folk should start to shoulder some of the responsibility for, to put it bluntly, being porkers. Hear, hear said I, thinking finally, some semblance of sense was to be spoken by a politician. But then he began to drone on about how policies needed to be put into place, and folk needed educating, blah, blah, blah. The point is not people being fat, as far as I am concerned it is their God given right to eat themselves into an early grave, so what. As for education, who doesn't know that a super size MaccyD meal every meal time is bad for you? That guzzling litre after litre of fizzy pop is going to turn your arse to lard? Nobody, thats who. And the argument that it costs the economy several billions of pounds doesn't was either. According to the busybody do gooders traffic costs billions, as does smoking, beer, lead swingers, train delays, gambling, over filling bins and on and on. The question is, Does the economy actually make any money then? Not according to these people. Oh, and by the way, did you notice the only vice they skirt around? The one that is with a doubt the least healthiest, and cost no doubt billions as well? Still not got it? It's the only one that's illegal. That's right drugs. Heroin, Crack, Coke, and the rest. No we can't point out that these knob heads are in anyway to blame for the predicament they find themselves in. It's disease you know.

These are just a few of the nonsensical shenanigans that have come to my attention over the last few months, and there are many more that I can't readily call to mind as well. My and G-Spot are going to get together in the next month or so, but in the meantime, why don't you give the forum that has been set up by clicking here. To keep you entertained over the coming months will be the case of the most senior Asian police officer in the country, accusing the most PC of PC's Sir Ian Blair of racial discrimination. It will no doubt cost squillions of pounds to the economy, but will prove ample evidence that the country is in fact being run by a cartload of lobotomised chimpanzees.

Stop The Nonsense

Have been busy lately, and unfortunately our "Stop the Nonsense" campaign has stuttered to a halt at the moment. With Gordon and his half wit cronies doing their best to lose the next election, our worthy stand against the enemies of common sense has become side tracked. This does not mean we have given up the ghost, far from it, but for the greater good of ridding ourselves of the evil New Labour scourge, it has not been necessary to continue pointing out each and every idiotic piece of legislation, as we all start to witness their effects up close. From teachers not allowed to apply sun cream to the idiotic alcohol units campaign, it is as clear as the nose on your face that these clowns have truly lost the plot. Next time you get paid, and are fleeced by the taxman, utility companies and the local council, remember who it is being spent on. I sure hope all our esteemed members of parliament enjoy all those home furnishings we seemingly must pay for. And don't get me started on the work shy baby machines that are to be seen marching round in their poorly fitting Primark gear, pushing around prams full of bastard children with ridiculous names. Judging by the girth on most of them, a spell going hungry would do them the world of good. Anyway, I can sense myself going off on one at this rate, so I will calm myself down by grabbing a beer, a big fat one, chock full of units paid for with what is left of my hard earned.

There that feels much better. Back to the "Stop the Nonsense". I appreciate that we all are busy trying to make ends meet at the moment, and are also planning or enjoying holidays as we speak, but lets not let our campaign die. Check in on the forum once in a while, that can be found by clicking here. Don't be shy about posting a comment, it can be about anything, from whats twisting your testicles in politics to your favourite McFlurry combination (the McMunchie rules!) It speaks volumes that the most active topic is currently our Quest for the Holy Meatball. Tell your mates, have some fun, that what it is all about, whilst we make our feelings felt about the waste and stupidity of the ruling classes. i am also going to start up a Facebook group, and once Xmas is out of the way, we can start to raise funds to get the Right Honourable Shouty elected to raise hell!!

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Hooters No More.......

Well the do gooders strike again, as Hooters announce they are to pull out of plans to open a bar/restaurant in Sheffield. Even though a Facebook group saying "Yes to Hooters in Sheffield" had more than 2000 members as opposed to the No groups 400, we are to be deprived of waitresses in hot pants serving wings and beer. What is the matter with these people? Have they ever been into a Hooters?? As for demeaning women, you don't see them making a song and dance about women forced to wear burkha's do you? Yet again the minority of middle class sticky beaks wins out. So next time you are in Sheffield, forget seeing lithe young ladies in figure hugging attire and prepare yourself for this;


Lord have mercy on us all.

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Don't Forget to Vote

Tomorrow is local elections day, and it is the perfect opportunity to let the clowns in Whitehall just how pissed off we are with them. So go out and vote, for anybody, excluding the BNP, and show them how angry you are at the complete mismanagement of this country. If they thought that everybody would vote, and not just the usual 40% who usually show up, they would shit their pants. Hopefully next time we will be able to put forward a candidate or two.

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The Week in Nonsense

Up first this week, the Health Nazis. As predicted by myself, and numerous other folk, now that they have smokers well and truly under the cosh, they are ready to launch their next attack on the drinker. After weeks of blaming binge drinking for everything from rampant packs of rabid teenagers to poverty, they have now come up with a classic piece of nonsense, passive drinking. The ploy of Passive Smoking worked so well in getting smokers banished form just about every building in the UK, that they figure to use it to do the same for drinkers. What is passive drinking? Good question. Apparently it is all the social damage perpetrated by people who are drunk, form drink drivers, to the workshy 12 year old who is setting fire to passing pedestrians. The solution to "passive drinking?" Why massive duty increases of course. Fuck the responsible 99% of people who go out, get pissed and go home, causing no kind of harm or damage to anybody else. Lets rinse even more cash out of them, and pour it down the toilet that is the benefit scrounging underclass, so they can bang out a few more unwanted kids so they can get a council house upgrade. Let the public houses that have stood for decades, and in some cases centuries, go to the wall, while billion pound, profit turning supermarkets, sell industrial strength meths at a loss, to giro waving pond life. Where will it end? If they used the laws that they already have to hand, instead of trying to pass the blame on to Maggie Thatcher or advertising companies, we probably wouldn't be in this mess anyway.

John Prescott has come out saying he has suffered from bulima for the past 10 years. Is that why he claimed so much money for food on expenses? Had to eat double portions did he? Surprised me anyway. Always thought it was shit coming out of his mouth.

Isn't it great to see those poor old banks getting bailed out of the credit crunch by the Bank of England. Those lovely institutions that charge £20 for letters telling you that you are skint. For cranking up your interest payments, seemingly at a whim, when you are struggling to pay off credit cards. Letting you go ridiculously overdrawn, and then charging you for the privilege. Wouldn't it be dandy to have a business making untold billions, get too greedy, lose all that lovely lucre, and have somebody say "Don't worry, I will loan you a load of other peoples brass, so you don't go out of business." Let's wait and see what kind of bonus they then award themselves for being so incompetent. Looks like we get to foot the bill again.

Lastly, if you an believe it, is this one from Nottinghamshire. Their idea to combat hospital superbugs? Cardboard nurses. Thats right, cardboard nurses. Apparently, as you stroll past, a voice activation unit reminds passerby's to wash their hands. Unbelievable.

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Yaarrrggghhh! Good News fer Pirates

Shiver me timbers! This be true! The British Foreign Office has directed the Royal Navy to no longer detain pirates, even though they are sent into some of the most dangerous waters in the world, to ironically help stamp out piracy. They have also been told not to try an capture any buccaneers, as they fear they would claim asylum status, as their "Human Rights" would be infringed if returned to countries such as Somalia, a territory off whose coast piracy is endemic. An official FO quote says “There are issues about human rights and what might happen in these circumstances. The main thing is to ensure any incident is resolved peacefully.” Compare this with our French counterparts. A boat containing 22 of it's citizens was being held to ransom, which the boat owner paid. The French then sent 50 trained commandos to round up the gang and return the money. Since when did the frogs have bigger balls than us? Since this set of limp wristed arse wipes took charge, that's when. There was a time, not to long ago either, when the British Navy was the most feared armed force in the world, and our friends in New Labour have reduced it to to nothing more than a floating joke.

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The Week in Nonsense

Hello again, and welcome to another week of nonsense in the news. First up is Poole Borough Council. They invoked legislation passed to track criminals and terrorists to keep tabs on a family over a two month period. The dastardly deed the council though these people were up to? Fraudulently claiming they lived in a school catchment area. The council admitted using powers under the Regulation of Investigatory Powers Act (RIPA) on six occasions in total. Just goes to show that all these laws being passed for our supposed protection, can, indeed are, being used to spy on the likes of me you. Still think ID cards area good idea? Sticking with politics, the abolishment of the 10p tax bracket has made the lowest earners poorer. The government for the working class strikes again. If they really wanted to rinse the poor they should have levied a 50% tax on track suits, at least they would have made them a bit easier on the eye. Of course they now need extra cash, after a high court judge ruled that failed asylum seekers can no longer be denied NHS treatment, as it breaches every body's favourite law, the Human Rights act. So all the people who have no right to be here, and have never, nor will ever, make any kind of contribution, will now be allowed free health care. Bet they won't have to queue up to find a NHS dentist. Makes you proud to be a tax payer.

Health and safety gone crazy. Prince William completed some kind of military thing this week, and was awarded a medal of description from his dad. But no longer does the proud recipient of such medals have it pinned to his chest. No, in our risk adverse universe it was velcroed to his uniform. Wouldn't want anybody pricking their finger now would we? Someone who could have probably done with a bit of risk assessment was the unfortunate Giuseppina Pasqualino di Marineo, 33, known as Pippa Bacca. In an attempt to show she could put her trust in people, she decided to hitch hike from Milan to Lebanon dressed in a wedding dress. Alas, for our liberal thinking heroine she was found murdered in Turkey.

This week, instead of the usual waste of money spot, I would like to mention a true hero. Dot Reid is a 58 year old Grandmother who lives on Merseyside. Her problem is that Tescos and Everton Football Club want to bulldoze her house to replace the magnificent Goodison Park, with some anti septic all seater stadium, that will share a site with a brand new Tesco supermarket. The houses are to be demolished under a compulsory purchase order, so in retaliation she has applied to tear down Sir Terry Leahy's mansion in Hertfordshire. Give the greedy fucker a taste of his own medicine. Read the article posted on the BBC here.